Like Flowers We Bloom

title: i've changed, won't you see?

pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread

(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)

wc: ~4k

your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.

they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.

"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"

"quirkless don't do anything."

your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"

in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..

once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.

blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.

were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.

but katsuki remembered so much more.

the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?

his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.

he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.

he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?

finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.

you didn't respond to them either.

katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.

he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.

one that wouldn't disappear.

he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?

but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.

your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.

your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.

the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.

you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.

you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.

yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.

he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.

everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.

that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.

with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.

because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.

he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

"[name], uh-- this is your work."

you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.

he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,

and he couldn't even apologize.

- - -

U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.

as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.

nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.

katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.

he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.

but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.

he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.

a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.

you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.

he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.

he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.

he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.

"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.

as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.

he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."

he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."

"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"

his heart jumped into his throat.

"uh.. we did."

"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"

"i definitely don't think so."

"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."

"uh-- i--"

"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.

it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.

he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.

he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."

your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.

"i know this is a lot but,

can we be friends?"

he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.

in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.

he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.

"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.

he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.

after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.

"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.

"what makes you ask?"

"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."

she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."

"then i'll take you."

"you don't have t--"

"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."

"i..

okay, okay bakugo."

"katsuki."

you smiled, "katsuki."

going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.

he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.

you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.

he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.

a penthouse.

as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.

you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.

he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."

the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.

"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"

at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"

you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.

"of course i want you to come,

katsuki."

you signed his name differently than other times,

you'd finally made a name for him.

he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.

but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."

"okay, that's good."

"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.

you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.

"sure, okay."

he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.

the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.

he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.

but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.

"'suki. g'morning."

his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."

after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.

"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.

he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."

and he did walk you home, hand in hand.

those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.

he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?

is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?

he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.

he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.

he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.

it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.

on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.

the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.

also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.

you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.

you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.

you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.

what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.

you'd never been so happy.

the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.

the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.

you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.

you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.

the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.

your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.

you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.

you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.

a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.

you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.

"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.

"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.

the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.

your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.

your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.

your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.

"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.

"kats--"

"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.

"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.

i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.

that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.

i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.

not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.

i guess what i'm trying to say is..

sorry, and.. i love you [name].

you don't have to--"

he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.

it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.

"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.

and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.

i really care for you too katsuki."

the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.

your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.

seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.

he thinks he was born to make you happy.

the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.

a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.

"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."

"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."

he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.

he wished he pushed you more.

he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.

you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.

you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.

but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.

you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.

katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.

he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.

why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.

when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..

scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.

it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.

you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?

you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.

after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..

until he saved you from yourself.

you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.

but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.

he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.

you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"

you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.

you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.

little did you know, he was thinking about you too.

the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.

it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.

"can i come in?"

you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.

"katsuki i--"

"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.

"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.

it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."

"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."

"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."

a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.

"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."

he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.

he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.

"wanna take this back to my place?"

he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.

you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.

he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.

he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.

he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.

...

but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.

he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,

and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.

you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.

he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,

with a kiss.

expect the unexpected | 4

(text in between images and images in between texts!!)

“Let’s go to your daddy, come on,” Secretary Choi says, reaching his hand out for Haneul. The kids better knew him as Uncle Secretary, or ‘Yeonjun-ah’ as they often hear from their dad. 

“Where we going?” Haneul asks, looking up at Yeonjun as he holds onto his hand. 

“Daddy has a meeting and we both have to attend,” he says, leading the little one out of his dad’s office. 

“Are we going to play?” Haneul asks, kicking his feet up obnoxiously with every step down the hallway. “I want to play with daddy.”

“You can maybe play with him after, daddy has to listen and watch a few presentations first and–” Yeonjun looks down at Haneul who was looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows. The older one sighs. “Daddy’s busy, but after he’ll play with you okay?”

“Okay~” Haneul says before letting go of Yeonjun’s hand and running into the open doors of an elevator. “Boop boop!” He yells, pounding his small fists onto the buttons of the elevator.

“Y-yah! Kim Haneul!” Yeonjun yells, running after the little one who smiles at the secretary when the elevator doors close.

Yeonjun aggressively presses for the elevator doors to open, quickly panicking as he doesn’t know where his boss’ child has ended up. 

He checks the time on his watch and he’s late. Yeonjun looks around and debates on running down a few flights of stairs when suddenly the elevator doors open. 

“Uncle Yeonjun!” Haneul giggles, pointing at the secretary. Yeonjun sighs, turning around with his head pointed down to the little one’s height. He wasn’t there, but instead a pair of legs were. Yeonjun visibly swallows as he follows the legs up to see who was connected to them. Of course he knew.

“Yeonjun I thought I said to bring him to the meeting room? I instead heard him screaming and running down the hallways unsupervised.” Jin says, walking towards the younger one. “We’re late, let’s go,” He says, pulling his frozen secretary into the elevator with Haneul in one of his arms. 

-

“I don’t wike it,” Haneul says, bored out of his mind, leaning back into his dad’s lap as he watches another presentation led by one of Jin’s employees. The employee presenting laughs awkwardly, as he clicks on to the next slide.

“Shh,” Jin says, readjusting Haneul on his lap. “Just watch okay.” 

“Okay..”

Haneul didn’t understand anything they were talking about or why his dad sat at the back of the table with several other men in suits. His eyes wandered off of the man presenting and instead his eyes caught random things laid around the room. 

Haneul started to whine, trying to slide down from his dad’s lap so he could freely walk around. 

“I wanna play,” he mumbles pushing Jin’s hands away. 

“Okay but behave, stay in here,” he whispers, letting go of Haneul.

Haneul breaks into a smile when he finally gets off of his dad. He immediately runs to the table up front and grabs a piece of paper and walks away with it. 

“Pen pen,” he says walking by the employees and asking for a pen. One was nice enough to hand him a pen. Haneul giggles as he takes it, walking off and dropping onto the floor to doodle. 

Jin quickly takes his eyes off of the presentation and his eyes wander around the room for his son.

When he finds him on the floor, his eyes grew wide.

“Y-YAH YAH!” he yells, surprising the one presenting and all the other employees present. “Haneul-ah!” Jin yells, picking up Haneul off of the floor, making him drop his pen. Haneul looks down at his masterpiece and smiles. 

On the floor was a blank piece of paper.

And a bunch of doodles on the tiles. 

Jin bends down to pick up the pen, which wasn’t actually a pen, but a fine point sharpie. And now his son’s doodles were permanently on the floor. 

“Whose is this?” Jin asks, holding the pen up. One of the employees slowly raises their hand.

“Here,” Jin says, giving it back. He then went back to his seat in the back, placing Haneul on his lap. 

“Here you go Haneul,” Yeonjun says, coming out from the back and giving the young one a pack of crayons and a coloring book. 

“I’m sorry about that,” Jin says to everyone. “Please, continue.”

-

- “Daddy wet’s go to Auntie Sohu,” Haneul says, picking at the papers Jin was reading through. 

“We already went yesterday, you have had enough sweets for the week,” Jin says mindlessly, flipping through the pages

“But I miss Auntie Sohu,” Haneul pouts. 

“No you don’t, you miss her cupcakes,” Jin says. “Yeonjun can you send this over to Mr. Kang on floor 3?” He says , passing the papers to his secretary. Yeonjun nods, taking the paper from him and walking out.

“I want cupcakes,” Haneul mumbles, lightly kicking Jin’s table.

“No, you’ve had too much,” Jin says, leaning over to pick him up and place him on his lap. “We can have your favorite for dinner tonight, how about that huh?” Jin says, leaning down to place kisses onto his baby’s neck and cheeks. Haneul giggles, pushing his dad’s face away.

With two small hands on Jin’s cheeks, Haneul gives him a bIG PINCH. Squeezing with all his might. 

“BUT I WANT CUUPPCAAKKEES!” Haneul yells. Jin’s face contorts in pain.

“Y-YYYYYAAAAAAAH!”

-

After answering his texts from you, Jin’s phone began to ring. 

“Uncle I’m hungry,” Haneul pouts, pulling on Yeonjun’s hand. Yeonjun looked at Jin to ask if he wanted to eat but saw him on the phone so Yeonjun decided to take Haneul down to the cafeteria.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun whispers, Jin turns around and Yeonjun motions to the door and does an eating gesture with his right hand. Jin nods and tells them to go with his hand. Assuming that Jin understood what Yeonjun was trying to say, the two of them left.

“Okay let’s go eat.” 

expect the unexpected

♡part four: boop boop♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: :) also anon asks are back on!

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Coffee shop AU

I believe in a thing called fluffy- haired Taehyung supremacy 

expect the unexpected | 8

D-1 until anniversary trip

“What happened?” Jin asks. He held his phone close to his ear as his father explained why they couldn’t make it to their house today. His parents were supposed to come home the day before you two leave for your trip. Unfortunately, Jin’s parents weren’t going to make it. 

“We just had some car troubles, it’s getting fixed by one of our friend’s son. We should be there tomorrow though. What time are you and Yn leaving again?” His dad asks. 

“Latest we can leave is noon,” Jin says. “Are you sure you’ll make it here before then? We have a plane to catch.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure. Well,” Jin’s dad says. “I’ll see you then. Bye.”  Jin laughs at his dad’s abrupt ending, hanging up the phone before he could even respond.

D-Day of anniversary trip!

“You have to be good when grandma and grandpa come, okay?” You tell Haneul. 

“When are they coming?” He asks, leaning onto the couch. 

“Later at about,” you check the time on your phone, it was about 8 in the morning.  “2 hours.” You look at your son who furrows his brows at you. You forgot he has no concept of time yet. “If we start watching Zootopia right now, when it finishes, grandma and grandpa will be here.” You explained. Haneul raises his eyebrows and his mouth went into an ‘o’ shape. “Yeah,” you giggled, knowing he understood it now. 

“We’re leaving before your siblings get out of class so you’ll be going with grandma and grandpa to pick them up okay?”

“Okay~” Haneul says, getting up from the couch and walking away.

“Where are you going?” You ask, getting up to follow him. 

“Let’s watch Zootopia in your room,” he says. “So grandma and grandpa can come.” You laugh at his reasoning as if that’s the only way they could come over. But you agree nonetheless. 

-

The movie was coming to the end. Nick Wilde graduates from the police academy and he and Judy Hopps become partners. You check your phone and no message from your in-laws. 

They should be here by now. 

And so should Jin.

“Baby,” you say to your youngest. “I’m going to call your dad okay, just stay here.” He doesn’t respond but instead stares at the animated animals on the screen.

You walk out of your room, closing the door behind you, and before you can call Jin, he calls you first.

“Hello?” You say. 

“Hi noona,” you hear back. It’s Yeonjun, obviously not Jin. “I know it’s you and Jin hyung’s anniversary trip and he got caught up with a few meetings but he’s on his way now! Umm.. he forgot his phone though, he was in a rush since he knew he was late so I just wanted to let you know that he’ll be home soon and that I also will be stopping by to drop off his phone.” 

“Okay, thank you,” you say, “did he say anything about his parents?”

“His parents? No. Just that they should be home now,” Yeonjun responds. You could hear him going in his car. 

“Okay, well drive safe okay? No need to rush, we’ll see you when you get here,” you say. Just when Yeonjun ended the call, you heard the front door open. 

“Mom?” You call out, thinking it was your in-laws. They do have their own keys as they babysit the kids every now and then.

You walk to the front door to see your husband looking at you with a confused expression.

“No?” He responds.

“Mom and Dad haven’t come yet. Did they call you that they’ll be late?” Jin tilts his head to the side, feeling his pockets for his phone.

“O-”

“Yeonjun’s coming by to drop off your phone, he said you left it as you were rushing out,” you say, walking towards him to take his bag. “So they didn’t call?”

Jin shakes his head.

“No, I hope nothing bad happened though,” he says, running his fingers through his hair. He lets out a stressed sigh. 

“I’m sure noth–” Before you can finish your sentence, a high pitch scream comes from your room, startling the two of you.

“Is that Haneul?” Jin asks, running towards your shared room. 

He opens the door to find Haneul crying on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asks him, walking over to pick him up from the bed. “Why are you crying?” 

Haneul doesn’t respond but instead keeps crying. He points at you when you walk in.

“What happened?” You ask, reaching out for him. Haneul turns and hugs his dad’s neck tighter, crying into his shoulder.

“Is it because I left him in here for a few minutes, I–,” you say, trying to figure out why he’s crying. “He was just watching the movie.” You turn to the TV and see that the movie finished. 

He probably felt like you left him when you closed the door on your way out and didn’t come back right away. 

You walk up to him and rub his back, telling him you were sorry. 

Your phone then dings. “Yeonjun’s here,” you say. “Give him to me.” You reach out for Haneul again but he clings on tighter to his dad instead.

“He doesn’t want you,” Jin laughs. It was like the first time Haneul chose him over you. “I’ll take him with me,” he says, walking out to the front door with Haneul. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Hyung,” Yeonjun says when Jin opens the door. “Your phone.” He hands the phone to your husband and Jin unlocks it to check if he got any messages from his parents.

“Your dad called, so I answered since I thought he was at your house and I wanted to let him know that you’re on your way but he called saying they’re going to be late. Their friend’s son wasn’t able to fix the car in time and so they’ll be on their way in about half an hour and so maybe depending on traffic, they’ll be here in about two hours.”

“Oh,” you say, walking in right behind Jin. 

“I know you have to be in your plane soon, so I’ll take care of everything,” Yeonjun says, reaching out for Haneul. “Go get ready, I’ll watch Haneul and I’ll pick up the kids.” 

“Okay one,” Jin says, holding Haneul tighter. “This is the first time Haneul is loving me like this, I’ll hold on to him a little longer. Two, if I struggle with my three kids alone, I’m not so sure you’ll be able to handle all three of them alone. And Three, Soojin would enjoy that too much and I wouldn’t.”

“Thank you Yeonjun, but Jin’s right. Our kids are a handful for one person, we wouldn’t want to trouble you with that,” you say, putting a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “Go ahead and go home, we’ll take care of this, don’t worry.”

-

“Jin,” you called. Haneul and you had made amends now and he was currently on the couch watching cartoons while Jin made food for the kids.

“Hm?”

“Everything’s packed and ready to go, we just need to pick up the kids, coming with?” You ask.

“Yeah, let me just finish this,” he says, putting the kimbaps in a bento box. “Haneul, go to mommy.” Haneul looks at his dad and turns back to the TV. 

“Haneul~” Jin calls again. He doesn’t budge.

“Haneul-ah.” One more time, Haneul yawns and that was the only reaction Daddy Jin got. 

“Haneul,” you call now. “Let’s go, we have to get your brother and sister. We don’t have all day.” 

“I want to stay here,” he responds, fumbling with the remote. You sigh.

“Well you can’t stay home by yourself– unless daddy stays?” You say, turning to Jin. Jin shakes his head.

“No, we’re all going. Come on,” Jin says, walking to the two of you. “Here,” he says, handing you the lunch pail he packed. “Come on,” he reaches down and picks up Haneul who was starting to cry again.

What is it with him today?

-

“I thought grandma was picking us up,” Soojin asks as she got into the car.

“Yeah, with grandpa,” Minseok follows. “Aren’t you two supposed to be on the plane right now?”

“They were getting their car fixed, they’ll be here soon so hurry up,” you say, as the kids rush in, getting their seatbelts on. “Eat this, daddy made them.”

“Did you reschedule the tickets by the way?” Jin asks. You turn to him surprised. 

“No. I thought you said you’d do it?” 

“No, I was making the kids’ food.”

“Well I was packing our things and putting them in the car.”

Jin sighs, raising his hand up to his head. You shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it on my phone right now just focus on driving home safely,” you say.

“Can I come with you,” Haneul yells from the back.

“No, this is mommy and daddy’s trip,” you say. “This is the only time in the year where mommy and daddy get a few days of alone time.”

“But we want to come,” Soojin says, pouting along with her brother. 

“You can come another day,” Jin says. “Grandma and grandpa want to spend time with you three this weekend so you have to stay home.”

“But I want mommy and daddy,” Haneul whines, crying in the back seat. You can hear Minseok shushing him.

“It’s okay, they’ll be back,” he tells his younger brother. You felt reassured with your oldest as he’s the one who knows how to calm the youngest one. 

“Nooo,” Haneul cries. “I want to come with them.” He’s already choking on his sobs at this point. 

The rest of the drive home, everyone was silent.

Well.. you four were silenced by Haneul’s tantrum.

-

“Mom are you almost here?” Jin asks. He was on his phone with his mom and you two were getting impatient. Well.. more of stressing over the fact your plane was leaving soon and there would be traffic on the way there.

“Almost,” Jin’s mom says. “There was some traffic, but we’ll be there soon. Give us like five minutes.” 

“Okay, tell dad to drive safe.”

“Will do. See you soon sweetie.”

“Soojin!” You call. “Grandma and grandpa are almost here! Please come to the living room.”

“Okay so we’ll make it on time for our plane since we switched to another flight but we need to leave right when mom and dad get here,” you tell Jin. 

“Okay,” he nods. “Everything’s in the car right? You didn’t forget anything?” You nod your head.

“Vitamins, everything?” Jin says, sitting on the couch with his kids.

“Uhh,” you say, running to your room. 

You get to your room, and run to the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. 

“Uhh..vitamins,” you say to yourself, grabbing the vitamins. “What else? Oh yeah!– Shoot, I ran out.” You shake your head. “We’ll just get more later.”

“Yn! Mom and Dad are here!” You hear Jin yell. You can hear the kids screaming with joy and their grandparents doing the same. 

“I’m coming!” You say, throwing everything into your carry on before running to the living room.

“Mom, dad,” you say, hugging the two of them. 

“We are so sorry we’re late,” Jin’s mom says as you hug him.

“No worries, I’m just glad you two got home safely,” you tell her. 

“We have a few minutes and we have to go,” Jin says. 

“Okay, umm, you two know everything already so is there anything else we should mention?” You laugh, turning to your inlaws, then your husband.

“Umm, Minseok usually needs help with homework. He has trouble with multiplication. For Soojin, nothing much but sass but she shouldn’t be giving any of that to you two,” Jin laughs. “And as for Haneul. Just prepare for tantrums, often. And he’s going to want to go to his Auntie Sohu’s bakery but he needs to get away from that for now.” You were impressed. Considering you spend more time with the kids, Jin knew more of what to say.

I guess with plans not going the way it was supposed to, you were getting a bit forgetful.

Let’s just hope you didn’t or don’t forget anything else.

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expect the unexpected

♡ part eight: forgetful ♡ 

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: sorry i fell off of the face of the tumblr earth for like .. a week? i had some important stuff going on but i finically finished an update! i guess this is where the rollercoaster starts ? buckle up!

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The Act of Persuasion

⊸Pairing: BTS Seokjin ⇆ Reader 

⊸Genre: Bear Hybrid | Actress | CEO | Arranged Marriage | Fluff | Angst | Single Parent

⊸Summary: When two critters arrive at his doorstep he didn’t know that they would cause a bear who marched to the rhythm of the ants realizes there more to life walking in straight lines. However in order walk out of those lines he had to make a deal to save others and his two little ones, but at what cost? Then there’s me, the one who only sees in parallel. I walk in the footprints my parents have made in the path. What happens when my perspective changes because of a silly bear?

⊸Word: 20. 9K

⊸Rating: teen; mentions of abuse, adoption, and overworking. 

⊸ A/N: This one series has been in the works since April, and I’m so happy to finally release this! Its my first time writing a teen-rom-melodrama, so I hope you enjoy it! This story is a part of the KLF universe. Thank you for reading! | Header image: Anan 2019

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The words on his book silhouetted as bright headlights passed over the wide windowpane glossing over the dimly lit room. The comforting whirling oscillation of the heater and the hesitant rain trickling outside became background as he zoned into the sound of a running engine. He sighed marking his page with the ribbon bookmark, then closed the book with a clap; it was just getting to the good part. Harsh and rapid knocking drummed at the door before he even had time to stretch his limbs. He yelled from his recliner setting his circle glasses and book down on the side table, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He rubbed his palms over his tired eyes before he bent down slightly with one eye shut to look through the peephole revealing the restless, tall figure pacing on the other side. The figure raised his hand again, ready to knock another radical pattern, “Jin, please open up!” Jin swung open one of the wooden, double doors to open to the drenched cadet. The glossy, doe look in the buck’s eyes barely peeked from under his shagging brown hair told him that, in fact, everything wasn’t alright.

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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

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